A Fistful of Poetry
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Brueghel's 'Landscape with the fall of Icarus'
On the high hill,
the lone man follows the plough
and makes his mark where he will.
In the field below,
the shepherd observes his flock,
knowing where each lamb will go.
Across the green bay,
the galleon unfurls canvas,
makes ready for the sail away.
Above them all,
the watcher waits to choose
which one will stand and which one fall.
Not what you might think at first. This about the act of imagination.
Really good work.
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